My entitled family have found a way to completely ruin my birthday for quite literally the fifth year in a row.

And even though my birthday is so close to Christmas, and I've dealt with this for so many years,

I finally have decided to put my foot down and say that I want a separate celebration,

resulting in some of the most petty and passive aggressive treatment I've ever received in my life.

Here's what happened. Okay, so my

birthday is December 28th, and my parents have consistently ignored it throughout my entire life. We usually

visit family that lives about four hours away during the holidays, or more often than not,

the weekend after the holidays if the holiday is in the middle of the week. This means almost every

year. We're up there on the 28th.

Sometimes it's not so bad, because maybe the 28th is on a Friday or a Sunday, and we do the

Christmas celebration on Saturday. But even then, it still goes completely uncelebrated,

and I'm lucky to even get a happy birthday from them. I've expressed my dislike of this subtlety

throughout my entire life, but not as directly as I should have until now.

And even now, I'm still not sure what to say. And the thing is, they did the same thing at my wedding.

We announced our engagement, and my sister decided to get engaged and announced hers right after us,

and hold the ceremony in the same year, just slightly after what we would be doing.

Some of my family came in from across the country for her wedding, but not for mine.

I have a sister who was born in early January and pretends to relate, but as far as I can

remember, we've never had to celebrate the birth of what many people consider to be the Lord

and Savior on the same day as when we celebrate her birthday. Mine,

on the other hand, is usually a crapshoot on if I'm going to have a birthday or not, because here's

how it usually plays out. We go visit my family the first weekend after Christmas. We stayed their

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